[ OPEN MINGLE ] welcome to the friends who have come from away

[goodweather]

Who: Everybody and everybody! (and phil!)
What: PUTTING UP A SIGNPOST FOREST!!
When: Mid-October and a few days afterwards
Where: Between the pool deck and the pool bar
Warnings: none yet

[MAKING SIGNS] if you're comin' from toledo or you're comin' from taipei

Paper signs go up all around the ship with dots punched for braille. They all advertise the same thing: make a sign, pointing to home or to where you wanna go. On the empty deck between the pool and the pool bar. And a helpful demonstrative drawing.

Getting there, there's a clearer picture. The empty stretch of deck has several tall wooden poles set up, currently empty but hopefully soon to be filled, and scattered all around on carts and tables with chairs dragged in from nearby establishments, are craft materials of all kind; wood, knives, paints, crayons, pencils, plates of metal, nails, tools, glue, fabric. All manner of things either sourced from César's hoard or from various places of the ship, especially the infinite spaces. It's a pretty eclectic collection. There's also snacks further off in the peripheries.

A large sign, which also has the drawing, reads:

Make a sign!
Point towards home or to where you want to go.
Make up a direction and a distance. Whatever feels right to you.
Ask Phil or César if materials run low.
Have fun!

[SALVAGING] because we come from everywhere

With all these people showing up, sometimes things run a little short. Phil makes rounds picking up requests, and then, since he's usually busy managing this or that among the group or making his own run, others will be asked to go fetch things as well. Or maybe they take initiative themselves and go for a run! Either way, this is a scavenging mission. Come back with something fun.

[TAKING IN THE VIEW] we all come from away

Whether you're just taking a break, you've finished, or you're just here to watch, there's time to sit back amongst the refreshment tables and look at the signs that have gone up so far and the signs that are still being made. This can be any time, during the initial rush or maybe you're just passing by later. Feel free to take a a gander. So many strange names... one wonders which all belongs to who.

It's probably not a coincidence that these signposts have a clear view of the memorial, is it?

[WILDCARD] welcome to the rock

If you come up with anything else, feel free to include it!

Comments

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[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion takes one of the metal pieces, sets it on the ground, and cuts a sign shape out of it with their self-repair arm. They add lettering: The Black Forest, NaN km.

It's all they've been able to get out of their wayfinding software to point them home since they arrived here. They pick an arbitrary direction as per the instructions, wedge it into a vertical gap between two other signs, and secure the sign to the post with screws from the tool table.

They're debating with themself whether they should add one for Watchpoint: Gibraltar, considering how short their stay was.

[ablativeholopleather]

Wayne, who had been sitting not far away trying to figure out what kind of embellishment to put on his own sign after painstakingly writing out "Waynehouse" on it and shaving one end into the shape of a pointing glove, peeks over at what his roommate is up to.

"Where's the Black Forest?" Somewhere in his soul he knows what NaN km means though, an impossible to calculate distance.

[pineapplesalmon]

César lets out a little snort-laugh at the distance given. "You know, I think that's the most accurate sign I've seen."

He also means it.